As has been before, and will no doubt be again. But we had a great time; hunting camp is a well fitted cabin with a piece of land you just don’t expect to see in the midwest, and there are deer, only my lack of skill prevented me from getting one. I did in fact see a couple, too far off and moving too fast for me to take a safe shot, but that’s as close as i got.

I kept a whole raft of people awake with my snoring.

I woke up this morning to at least 6″ of snow, which, you would have thought, would have made hunting a breeze, but no dice.

I was responsible for keeping the fire going in the fireplace, which duty I believe I performed admirably- nobody froze.

And I got to spend several days chewing the fat with old friends and hunting companions old and new, and wandering through a lovely piece of property, which borders a river, a creek with beavers, and acres and acres of multiflora rose whose pinprick scars I bear still, and with unadulterated glee.

I’ve never enjoyed being skunked so much.

I did manage to fall on my ass, and for a brief moment, I was able to see the sole of my left foot over my right shoulder. This caused a good deal of pain, which I believe will get worse tomorrow, but I could only look around and see if anyone witnessed me being a clumsy oaf.

I have now had a shower, and taken a crap in a heated john, and life is good.